As a child I grew up with a garden in my family’s backyard.  Twenty five years later my father faithfully tends to it and maintains a watchful eye for secrets it seems to dutifully keep. Although I didn’t fully appreciate them at the time, I distinctly recall many unique experiences that small plot of earth endowed on me through the passing seasons.

Whether it was first breaking the cold spring soil to awaken it from its winter slumber, inspecting new shoots of lettuce springing from freshly fertilized ground, waiting in anticipation for the ripening of summer’s first tomatoes, or watching the cold winds of autumn quietly put it to sleep, I now, with age, fondly recall time spent with my father in his garden. Today, in a new garden at our home I look forward to sharing some of those same experiences with my son. I am not an expert, licensed or otherwise, but a garden enthusiast never the less. This spot is your place to read about the goings on in our garden and, if you like, share a comment, suggestion or memory of a place special to you.

In dedication to my dad, who I thank for opening my eyes to nature, something much, much greater than myself.